morning mraz

today i read jason mraz's online blog off his website. and let me tell you, after spending two hours of my precious life squinting my eyes to read the tiny text, i'm depressed.

i'm depressed because there is one hell of an amazing guy. i could venture off to say that i love him. love him in the sense you love someone when all you know of him is his vocal cords and writing ability, but there he is...completely unreachable. jason mraz can sing opera, dance like elvis, walk around in a giant dildo costume, talk about taking drugs, make alludes to full house, dreams of rainbows...he fits into all my categories for a perfect man. and he's in love with Adriana Lima. do you know who adriana lima is? Google her. She's a gorgeous victoria secret model. while you're at googleing her, look for her "san diego journal" you can read her like-a-LiveJournal. She's dumb. cute, maybe witty...but a model.

so, lindsay...why does this all depress you?

well, dear journal, because the man of my dreams is right there. i'm a hop, skip and a click away from him. yet, it'll never be. now, i don't want ya'll to think i'm some lame-oh falls in love with stars type of girl. it's the whole idea. the whole idea that i'm going to find someone who works, but doesn't have it all, and i'll probably just settle. just settle for my husband. he wont' be amazing in everyway. he wont' dress up in dildo costumes, or sing me songs when i wake up in the morning. he won't make me breakfast or teach my kids to tie shoes with bunny ears. he'll treat me well and support me, so i'll settle.

maybe it's me. maybe my check off list for my man-to-be is too long. but, everyone on that list is what i want/what i need. if my man can't do crossword puzzles like they're nothing - than i won't be as happy - i'll have settled for a non-crossword doer.

jason mraz isn't for me. he probably has hairy knuckles, which i hate. he probably has no idea how to program a computer (which for me is a huge plus...for some reason) jason mraz isn't for me. that's not what this entry is about. it's about the fact that he makes me realize that there are guys outthere that CAN get most of my must-haves checked off. but what are the odds of that i'll find the perfect man for me? and if i do find this guy, what's to say i cross off all the things on his list?

life hates me.